NP: John Cage, 4'33"

Not to put too fine a point on my abject lack of free time this month, but I did actually buy underwear today expressly because I don't know when I'll be able to do laundry, and the alternatives were all at least mildy icky. Aren't you glad you know that?

It's that time of year where you want to resist running the AC yet, because it seems excessively wimpy and what are you going to do when it really gets hot in August, melt? AC in the car, however, is acceptable, or rather, it would be if it was actually working. Got to have me a talk with the fine folks at Lawrence and Ashland and see what the heck they did when they replaced the compressor, and I think I've actually got a small window of time Friday to do it. I'm dreading that for other reasons that we won't get into, though.

I'll have some time to catch up Saturday as well, as I think my history of not quite making it to Fire games in time to start broadcasts bit me in the ass. Almost had me a 6 or 7am flight to L.A. after the Marigold Engine gig Friday night.

More stuff. Later. Now I must retire to my pool of sweat for the night.